Wednesday, 28 November 2007


Jon Foreman's voice is my comfort music today and pretty much anytime I want something uplifting or just plain beautiful to hear. I'm rather picky with what I put into my damaged ears and he has never let me down. I doubt he ever will.

I wonder if he reads my journal? That would be neat-o (most of the time, anyway).


PS: I'm going to try to find some silver in the lining of my shroud here. Some ups for the downs, some hope. Something good